Why Are You Following me-- BTS V Taehyung werewolf

CHAP 2 - Wait what?

After a couple of seconds, a shadow appeared next to me while I stared at the floor for a good minute.

But

The figure didn't move.

I'm not alone...

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Shit shit shit shit

I cursed a million times in my head. What can I say? I'm not the typical girly girl that watches what she says. I say what I want.

But shit!
I'm about to pee myself at this moment, to be honest. Unconsciously, I started panting as the shadow was getting closer...

I don't want to look behind me..

I don't want to move.

A distant light became vivid and I covered my eyes with my hand. It's the train! The freaking train!!! It's almost in front of me and I feel like I'm going to die at any moment if that stupid subway doesn't come by any faster.

Someone's watching me. I know it.

I mean... It is true that I hate my life...
But shit! I'm not ready to die!!

So what the fuck do I do now?

I PANIC!! THAT'S WHAT I DO!

~creek~

That sound again.

"Just ignore it!" I say to myself reassuringly.

Maybe it's just a normal person waiting for the train like me... or...M-maybe...just m-maybe..

Ugh, fuck-

The doors of the train opened and I got inside extremely fast like my life depended on it.
I didn't look behind.

I never did.

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Carefully, I rested my back on the window as I sat down. My head was spinning, and I suddenly felt like throwing up. My mouth dried to the point that the sweat running down my face burned my lips each time. My heart was beating so hard I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

~ding!~
"Doors are closing. Please be careful of your surroundings. Next stop is the Grand Village " The driver spoke through the microphone and I felt incredibly relieved. I thought I was safe now.

I was sure I escaped from whoever was out there.

As I calmed down, my body got relaxed and I could breathe again.

"That was a close one" I said thinking out loud, but my peace was soon interrupted.

"Are you... Alright?" The voice said as the person chuckled playfully but somehow the question itself had a hint of concern.

My eyes widened as I slowly turned to where the voice was coming from. I saw a tall and slim man standing up. His legs were muscular and his arms seemed strong as well, but I couldn't see his face. He had a mask on and a stylish beret on his head. Everything black, just like me.

"Nothing..." I replied.

"Sorry...What was that? I couldn't hear you?" He said in a mocking tone.

"Nothing, it's nothing that should matter to you" I answered firmly and rolled my eyes, slightly annoyed at his questions.

He looked down at the floor and let out a soft but cocky chuckle. His voice sounded incredibly low which surprised me. It was very dominant and strong.

"I see..." he replied coldly, avoiding eye contact. "Well, I thought you should know that a couple of pencils have been falling out of your backpack; it even makes a funny sound" He said raising an eyebrow as he showed me a handful of them on his hand. I frowned slightly. I don't remember having pencils in my backpack. Lately I have been using pens. I guess I forgot ?

Sitting next to me, He grabbed my hand and placed the pencils on my palm. I can't believe that weird sound was coming from me. Great...I'm dumber than I thought. I just sighed. This interaction is the last thing I cared about.

To my surprise though, I felt a rush of electricity run through my body when our hands touched... We made eye contact but he remained unbothered while I was panicking a bit.

"You can stop staring at me now.." He said chuckling and I felt my cheeks burn. I wasn't blushing...

I was mad as hell.

I hate when people act all cocky and this guy was surely getting on my nerves. I just nodded while he stood up from the chair. I came to my senses and realized he never sat down. Instead, he leaned his back on a window, one hand grabbing a metal bar for support.

There was no one else on the train for him to not have a seat. People these days...

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A couple of minutes passed and it was almost time for me to go home.

~Ding~

"dear passengers the doors are opening, please be careful with your surroundings, this is the White Palace Street, I repeat, the White Palace Street..." the driver said a couple of times.

This is my stop. I stood up and looked at the man one more time. He was listening to music and kept moving his head from side to side.

He is so weird, why the hell is he not sitting down? There was literally nobody inside... I thought to myself.

As I was getting out of the train, something left me dumbfounded. I almost fainted and that is not an exaggeration.

"Nothing y/n, it's nothing that should matter to you..." his low voice replied.

Before I could turn around and face him the doors shut in my face and the train continued its route. I stood outside, watching him go... I couldn't bear to move a muscle after this.

H-how did h-he...? A-and M-my n-name...? I gulped and blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

If anyone saw me right now, they would think I froze to death or I was paralyzed. I looked like a damn wall, unable to move. I was in shock and my body knew it.

Who was that... I wondered.